| Soft clouds all drift away
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| Bright sunshine never stays
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| Warm afternoons turn rainy dark and cruel
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| A candle’s glowing light will die
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| The purest voices often lie
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| And with love I’ve found that all the same is true
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| Even though I should know better
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| I guess we could maybe try
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| There is the risk of looking like a fool
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| Ah, But I’ve got a lucky feeling
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| Just a hunch, don’t ask me why
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| You might be an exception to the rule
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| Sweet dreams can’t be recalled
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| High hopes can collapse and fall
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| As the sky keeps turning sadder shades of blue
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| The strongest promise finally breaks
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| And only leads to bigger aches
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| Are lessons that I learned at sorrow’s school
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| Even though I should know better
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| I guess we could maybe try
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| There is the risk of looking like a fool
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| Ah, but I’ve got a lucky feeling
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| Just a hunch, don’t ask me why
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| You might be an exception to the rule
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| Even though I should know better
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| I guess we could maybe try
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| There is the risk of looking like a fool
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| Ah, but I’ve got a lucky feeling
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| Just a hunch, don’t ask me why
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| You might be an exception to the rule
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| Soft clouds all drift away
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| And bright sunshine never stays
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| But you might be an exception to the rule |